Poems upon Several Occasions/67

by George Granville

CELIA SINGING.

WHEN we behold her Angel Face,
Or when she sing with heav'nly Grace,
In what we hear, and what we see,
So ravishing's the Harmony,
The melting Soul, in Rapture lost,
Knows not which Charm enchants it most.

Sounds that made Hills and Rocks rejoice,
Amphion's Lute, the Syrens Voice,

Wonders with Pain receiv'd for true,
At once find Credit, and renew;
No Charms like Celia's Voice surprize,
Except the Magick of her Eyes.